Was it too much to ask for a little bit of snow?
Pepper didn't want a blizzard that shut the city down. She didn't want a couple of feet, a foot, or even six inches. She just wanted a few nice flurries here and there—like ones from a Norman Rockwell painting.
"That's really cheesy," Tony would say. But Pepper Potts could care less what her (occasionally) non-sentimental fiancée had to say about that. In fact that just made her sing along with her favorite Christmas song all the more.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all
Your Christmases be white.
It was a few days before Christmas and there had only been one real flurry, which ended about as suddenly as it started. Pepper was watching White Christmas for the forth time that week when Tony appeared in the living room.
"Hey Pep, come with me for a second." At her pointed look he added, "Please?"
Pepper reluctantly left her comfy couch and warm blanket to follow her fiancée. Tony lead her up to her personal floor and into one of the spare rooms that she hadn't done anything with yet.
"Close your eyes." She was curious, but obeyed. She felt Tony's hand grab hers as he led her into the room. She felt something soft hit her face. And then again . . . and for a third time.
"Tony, what's going on?"
"Open your eyes and see." When she did, she couldn't believe it.
Pure white feathers were floating everywhere. Blowing about the room in a flourish. Soft and beautiful, Pepper dared not ask how lest she ruin the magic of it.
"I thought about using fake snow," Tony said. He was smiling, completely content to see the wonder on his love's face. "But I figured this would feel better and would be easier to clean up . . ."
Tony was cut off by Pepper pulling him into the flurry and kissing him soundly—not that he was complaining.
"You made it snow," she said, beaming up at him.
He chuckled. "Well, not quite. But I hoped it would help some."
"It did," she said and hugged him. "It really did."
